Through the world of cultivating immortals, I reached the pinnacle of my life by selling miserable

Chapter 58 The Book of War
The little paper crane was lying in Gu Ran's palm, and its wings were still flapping slowly, looking full of spirituality.

The sun shone down, as if it had a golden halo on it.

"What a cute little thing."

Gu Ran couldn't help but put her finger on top of Zhi He's head.

"Shh-"

However, Zhihe didn't give her any face, and quickly escaped from under her fingertips and flew into the air.

"Hey, this little thing..."

Because the sunlight was a bit harsh, Gu Ran narrowed her eyes slightly when she looked at Zhi He.

It was also this action that made her discover more unusual things.

"Wait, what is that?"

She hesitated to put her right hand in front of her eyes, trying to see what was in the sunlight.

I saw the previous paper crane hovering in the air, and golden characters began to escape from its body.

"War... book?"

Gu Ran stared at it carefully for a while, and then vaguely understood the first two words.

She thought for a moment in her heart, and came to the answer in an instant: "Could it be that there are other sect disciples going up the mountain today? They can't wait to challenge me, a former genius of the Thunder Spirit Sect, and now a waste material?"

She raised her eyebrows while muttering, and snorted coldly in her heart.

Unfortunately, they got it wrong.

Gu Ran rolled her eyes silently, and reached out her hand in midair, trying to recall the paper crane.

But what she didn't expect was that when she stretched out her hand, not only the paper crane just now, but also countless paper cranes flew over from various places.

In an instant, her whole body was drowned.

Just at this moment, a handyman disciple happened to run into the yard.

As he panted, he shouted loudly, "Senior Sister Gu Ran, Senior Sister Gu Ran!"

Let people know that he has something important to do.

Gu Ran thought so too. She struggled in the pile of paper cranes and stretched out a hand, followed by her head and half of her body.

The paper cranes with their heads are full of embarrassment.

"If you have something to say, I'm busy."

When people saw this embarrassing look, Gu Ran's mood was naturally not very beautiful.

She was too lazy to talk nonsense with the person who came, she just wanted to get rid of him quickly so that the mess could be cleaned up.

"Senior Sister Gu Ran, tomorrow will be the Zongmen Grand Competition. This year's Zongmen Grand Competition will be held at the Lei Ling School, so today the mountain gate was opened to let the disciples of various schools move in..."

The disciple obviously didn't understand Gu Ran's meaning, and it took him a long time to get to the point.

"Every sect knows that the direct disciple of the head of the Thunder Spirit Sect is a rare genius, and now..."

When he said this, the male disciple paused, looked up at Gu Ran's face, which was extremely ugly, hurriedly coughed, and explained the purpose of his trip: "They tried their best to suppress the Lei Ling faction, So as soon as you enter the mountain, I will find a disciple to send you a letter of war..."

"Oh, so that's you, that unlucky errand disciple?"

Gu Ran shook the paper cranes on her body to the ground unhappily, rolled her eyes and said, "These paper cranes are all battle books, what are the few on your body?"

"Then Senior Sister, do you want to return this war book?"

"Tsk, stay, we Lei Ling faction are timid."

When the male disciple heard this, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He immediately took out a thick book of war from his arms and put it on the ground, and ran away quickly.

Although Gu Ran had subdued Elder Jiang Ran, a large number of the disciples still looked down on her and felt that she was a waste that dragged down the Lei Ling Sect.

Even if this male disciple was one of them, he did not see the scene where Gu Ran subdued Jiang Ran, so he was afraid that after staying here for a long time, he would be infected and could no longer cultivate.

However, after he left Gu Ran's yard, he felt a little different in his heart.

Gu Ran seemed to be a different person...

Was it taken away by some great power?

But the ancestor was the highest cultivator in Tianqi Continent. Could he not see that someone had taken away Gu Ran?

Well, I must be thinking too much...

Besides, the sky is falling and there is still a tall one standing on it...

The male disciple sighed, finally figured it out, and simply put all his worries behind him.

At this moment, Gu Ran happened to pick up the gauntlet on the ground.

She wanted to see who wrote such a thick gauntlet, so she was a little mentally prepared.

But I didn't expect that the first page of the battle book was blown away by the wind as soon as I took it into my hand.

"Pala la la --" The wind blew the war book far away, from Gu Ran's hand to the outside of the yard, where the ground was paved.

She raised the rest of her hand to her eyes, and saw that it was full of names.

Song Yihai, Shi Lixin, Lu Wenxiu, Guo Dong'e...

"Oh, there are not so many people in the entire Lei Ling faction, right?"

Gu Ran smiled helplessly.

She looked at the war book that was blown away by the wind. At this moment, she only felt that her spiritual platform was clear, and the small words on the war book were clearly seen by her.

Thousands of names appeared in her mind instantly, and were firmly engraved in her consciousness, which was difficult to erase.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Gu Ran didn't expect that she would suddenly be able to use her divine sense. With a flick of her hand, the gauntlet fell to the ground.

When the wind blows, it flew out of the yard.

Instead of picking it up, she turned to look at the pile of paper cranes.

Not surprisingly, the contents of Zhihe also appeared in her consciousness.

"Perhaps this is the benefit of the first layer of the practice technique..."

Gu Ran muttered to herself and threw all the paper cranes out of the yard.

She didn't know that her divine sense had been improved with the improvement of her cultivation, but by chance today, she inspired her to use her divine sense.

In any case, it was a good thing for Gu Ran that the consciousness had been stimulated now.

She is even more sure of tomorrow's sect competition.

After dealing with the paper cranes, Gu Ran entered the room.

For the first time, she was so diligent, recalling the breathing method taught by Bai Heng before, and absorbing the air into her body for a whole night.

Until the next day, the sun rose.

Before the sect competition officially started, Gu Ran suddenly opened her eyes.

Chaoyang came in from the window and fell on her.

Warm and hopeful.

Gu Ran exhaled a long mouthful of turbid air, and there seemed to be a gleam in her eyes.

"Gu Ran, today's Zongmen Grand Competition, you won't be afraid!"

On this rather beautiful morning, there was a sound of ruining the beauty outside the door.

It belongs to Li Qiuyue's voice.

She had already arranged everything, just waiting for the protagonist Gu Ran to appear.

Zongmen Grand Competition, although it is advisable to stop at it, but in the previous Zongmen Grand Competition, those who encountered non-sect disciple opponents were all ruthless.

Everyone wants to make their sect the first sect in the Apocalypse Continent!

As for Gu Ran, a former genius, winning her would be the best way to attack the Thunder Spirit faction.

(End of this chapter)